Quick Transmigration: I Become Prince Charming

Mr. assassin said the standard threat requirements, "if you let him go, you will abandon your martial arts, and I will not move him."

Ji Rao wants to laugh.

Who are they? If Song Qing, who really rolled the sheets with him, maybe this boy will think about it and change to himself? Come on.

But when he saw the banquet court slowly raised his hand, the smile around his mouth was stiff.

Hey, you're not serious, are you?

You're stupid to say you're stupid?

"Banquet court!" Ji Rao couldn't help saying, "you don't believe these bastards. You've wasted your martial arts. Don't we both die here?"

He has already taken colored glasses to see Ji Rao's banquet court automatically. He understands this kind of words that normal people can think of as he is worried about himself.

"I won't let you die." The red eyes of the banquet court seem to have made some important choice.

Young Xia, you really misunderstood.

Ji Rao shed tears in the wind.

At the moment when the martial arts skills of the banquet court were abandoned, a rough voice penetrated the sound and accurately hit everyone's eardrums.

"The master of the church!"

At the same time, jingling, jingling.

Hearing this, Ji Rao will know who it is.

A rough man with more than eight feet jumped out and flew the assassin who was holding his master with one hand. He held his precious master in his arms and cried.

As he twitched, the bells on his wrist jingled.

In the original text, Ji Rao was deeply impressed by the behavior of "barbarians and rough men who love to hang bells".

The picture was so beautiful that he was forced to see it.

"Lord, are you OK, my lord?" Black bell cried.

The assassins present, including the banquet court, were stunned.

"It's black bell! People of the demon sect

"Get out, get out!"

Black bell embraces his own religious master, eyes suddenly fierce, "dare to offend the leader, kill no amnesty."

After that, a group of demon sect disciples rushed out. Although their martial arts were not as good as the assassin friends, the victory was due to the large number of people. It was not long before the court was cleared.

The last disciple picked up the collar of the banquet hall who was still in a daze, and asked dutifully, "master, Dharma protector, how can this person deal with it?"

Black bell full of attention on their own religious master, smell speech raised his head, swept the banquet court, no impression of this person, then casually said, "kill it."

"Wait a minute." Ji Rao looks at the banquet court, is on his three points confused six points unbelievable one point injured like fan-shaped statistical chart eyes.

The protagonist's eyes are halo, too holy, he didn't see, so jirao quietly turned his head, "he has mercy on me, let it go."

But in the eyes of the banquet court, burning baby knew that their identities were hostile, so they could not have any intersection, so they could only turn away and no longer look at him.

Holding the loyalty of "the leader's word is the imperial edict", the black bell heard the speech and immediately said, "let it go."

Some of the banquet court were standing there, seeing that they were going to leave, and finally they said in a hoarse voice, "you You are still poisoned. If you search these assassins, you may find an antidote. "

Hearing this, he immediately looked at his master with worry. Seeing that he had a ruddy face and an excellent complexion, he remembered that his master was invincible, so he stopped paying attention to the banquet court and left with a cold hum.

The banquet court was stunned for a long time. His eyes were full of loss. He looked like a defeated rooster. He looked a little pathetic.

Why, why you must be the leader of demon sect.